EDITED TO ADD: this was written last night
I had all sorts of plans for today. I wen out to run. I had thoughts of Busch Gardens.
But for some unexpected reason, today was a high anxiety day.
I picked up the smaller of my two kittens, rubbed my face against her soft fur and started to cry. For some reason this tiny ball of fluff reduced me to a blubbering mass.
I then knocked my Nalgene off the end table. Actually it was my butt that knocked it off.
Water everywhere. Thankfully with the help of a carpet cleaner, I managed to suck it up. But that dind't stop the tirade. I'm a useless big-assed waste of space that can't manage to keep water on the table.
I don't know what brought it on. All I know is that today I feel fragile and small, but also fat and clumsy.
It's actually very frustrating. I know these thoughts and feelings are fleeting and temporary. I know that tomorrow I'll most likely be fine. (I also know that as of Tuesday life is going to get SUPER busy! Classes start soon!)
The good news is that my house is a whole lot cleaner than it has been in ages. That's one less stress on me today. So I'm off to knock out the remaining undone chores so those stresses are gone.
And we'll see how I feel tomorrow.